The pit | I fell in the pit

Vervain tilted her head quizzically to Remi, as if wondering what exactly he meant. "Have you looked at yourself?" she asked softly, referring to the way he had been slicing himself to shreds only moments before. Isla and the infirmary couldn't fix shapechanging, sure, but they could definitely clean up a nasty cut. A worried frown flickered across her face as she gazed down at the hawk - his honesty was as disarming as it was endearing, and she nodded to him silently. If he didn't feel like he had the strength for it, then it simply wouldn't happen. But as he gazed up at her with as close to an expression of hope as she could recognise, she thought for a moment and nodded. "I caught these first, but they weren't really enough." There was a little rustling from the edge of the pit, but soon Vai had taken the small voles she'd snagged, dropping them down to Remi so he could try and put the lion to bed. vervain where the wild things are